Slaughter Inheritance, Houtu's Inherited Memory
The saints were furious. They saw that their most outstanding disciple had his three flowers on the top of his head cut off and had fallen from the Daluo Golden Immortal.
The Three Pure Ones and the Two Western Sages have all split apart.
Within the Nine-Curves Yellow River Formation, disciples from the four religions gathered, Jieyin and Zhunti: Medicine Master, Sunlight, Moonlight, and Mahasthamaprapta.
Ten of the Twelve Golden Immortals under the command of the Yuanshi.
Of the Seven Attendant Immortals and other disciples of the Interception Sect, perhaps only Laozi is somewhat acceptable.
He has many disciples anyway, so a few more won't make a difference.
They didn't address each other as master and disciple on a regular basis, and there wasn't much of a bond between them, which was much better than the other saints.
"Ten thousand years of arduous cultivation have been reduced to nothing but empty promises! This wretched creature truly deserves to die!" Yuanshi was furious, his eyes flashing with cold light as he stared intently at the Yun Xiao through the endless void, a murderous intent rising in his heart.
Logically speaking, Yun Xiao's level was not worthy of his attention, and he wouldn't care about him at all. But at this Yuanshi, Yuanshi was truly enraged and wanted to disregard the dignity of Sage and kill Yun Xiao.
Unfortunately, he is currently unable to extricate himself and is in dire need of protection. Faced with the attacks of Di Jun and the others, the group of Heavenly Dao Sage are simply unable to withstand them, and some have even died more than once.
"Boom..."
After a fierce battle, Yuanshi was once again defeated and sent to report to the Heavenly Dao.
The Nether Sea of Blood, with the River Minghe lurking at the bottom of the sea, watched all this with blood-red eyes, a ferocious smirk on its lips.
He was still Minghe at this time, but after cultivating the inheritance of the Slaughter Demon God, he began to become abnormal.
My mind is filled with nothing but killing.
Now, in the Primordial World, the winds of change are gathering in the Eastern Wasteland, where an earth-shattering battle is taking place, the scale of which is unprecedented and unparalleled.
The clash of formations, the Sage, and the slaughter of countless lives.
The battle cries shook the heavens, and the bloodlust soared to the sky, spreading beyond the realm and staining the heavens red.
Even the Dragon-Han Catastrophe and the conflict between the Lich Wu and Demon were far inferior to this.
Under this terrifying war, the Primordial Land began to crack, bursting forth with massive fissures stretching for trillions of miles, resembling Heavenly Abyss.
Minghe watched all this with boundless excitement in his eyes, his whole body trembling with elation.
The Sea of Blood is the end of Slaughter; the endless blood of all the dead flows here.
There was an immense killing intent within it.
Unbeknownst to him, Minghe had already cultivated to the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal realm, and his Law of Slaughter was about to be perfected.
This is different from his previous life when he Slashing the Three Corpses.
This time, he is taking the Proving the Dao via Law. The Slaughter Demon God has a complete inheritance, which is enough for him to easily prove the Primordial Origin.
Hope! Dawn!
Unprecedented!
Minghe had never felt so close to attaining Primordial Origin Dao.
This time it felt so real.
He doesn't even dare to touch the real him.
"Hehe, Xiao Ming, you've caught a lucky break. With Slaughter everywhere and bloodshed raging, this calamity is destined to make you great."
The voice of the Slaughter Demon God echoed softly, carrying a hint of anticipation and excitement, as if he were happy for Minghe.
"Hehe, Your Majesty, you flatter me. It is you who brought about Xiao Ming's success, not some calamity."
Minghe stood still, his face full of obsequiousness, bowing and scraping, his demeanor incredibly lifelike, even though there was nothing in front of him.
"You're quite clever. Keep up the good work. When I conquer the Primordial World, you'll reap the rewards. You'll stay by my side as a flute-playing attendant, managing the Primordial World for me, just like the Little Earthworm are now."
The voice of the Slaughter Demon God rang out again, grand and arrogant, especially when he spoke of the flute-playing boy, as if it were a great blessing.
Minghe was stunned, feeling as if he had heard the flute-playing boy's words somewhere before.
Oh, right!
He once said this to the Duke of the East!
Now that the Duke of the East has become a saint, his status has undergone a complete transformation. Even if there's any praise, it's him praising the Duke of the East.
Unexpectedly, Karma has come full circle, and now he has fallen to the level of a flute-playing boy.
"Hmm? Is there something you're unhappy about?" Seeing that Minghe hadn't responded for a long time, the Slaughter Demon God asked in a high-pitched voice, an invisible killing intent that sent chills down one's spine.
Minghe shivered, nodded repeatedly, and wore a charmingly ingratiating smile.
"It is my honor to be the flute player under the Demon God. I am overjoyed and would never be dissatisfied."
"Hmm... that's more like it." The Slaughter Demon God snorted coldly, saying with satisfaction.
Minghe forced a smile, but he couldn't laugh inwardly. As his strength increased, he felt an ever-growing sense of crisis.
It's obvious even to a fool that the Slaughter Demon God wouldn't kindly help him attain the Primordial Origin.
There must be some purpose behind this.
Maybe this guy wants to possess him.
I can't go through all that trouble to break through my limits just to recruit a flute-playing boy.
Using the pretext of Slaughter Demon God to recruit children, as long as this news is released, the line of people will probably stretch from Mount Buzhou to the Nether Sea of Blood.
Of course, this applies to others; Minghe would never be content to be just a flute-playing boy.
The thought flashed by in an instant, Minghe dared not dwell on it, fearing that the Slaughter Demon God would hear his thoughts. He obediently sat down cross-legged, absorbed the killing intent, and prepared to prove his Dao Primordial Origin.
Meanwhile, within the Six Paths of Reincarnation, Houtu sat quietly in meditation. Her expression was grim, her face complex, and her eyes flickered with an uncertain light.
Just now, she comprehended the Earthly Dao and made a new breakthrough, awakening a portion of the inherited memories of the Father God Pangu.
"Only when Three Paths of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity united can the Primordial World Will be complete. Only in this way can we fulfill the Father God's will and obtain all of Father God legacy..."
Houtu's eyes flickered, her pupils dilated, and she suddenly had a profound realization, which startled her.
After the death of Father God Pangu, his body transformed into the Primordial World, during which a great upheaval occurred.
The original Primordial World Will was a single entity, but it was shattered by a force and split into three parts, namely the Three Paths of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity.
The Heavenly Dao was the first to awaken, gaining a significant advantage. As for the role Hongjun played in this, that remains unknown.
In other words, as long as the Three Paths of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity are united, the complete will of the Primordial World will be restored, a truly flawless "Dao".
"Is this meant for me to Earthly Dao to devour both the Heavenly and Human Paths?" Houtu murmured to herself, speaking in a voice only she could hear.
This sudden memory caught her off guard, but it was a legacy from the Father God Pangu; rather than a memory, it was more like a guide.
From the unseen realm, guided by the Father God Pangu.
"Father God wants the three paths to unite, but what should I do?" Houtu's expression was complicated and her face was full of worry.
This is undoubtedly a huge problem.
Heavenly Dao is powerful, and the Human Path is flourishing; each is more troublesome than the last. How can she possibly devour the other two Daos?
Houtu fell into deep thought, her gaze fixed on the Primordial World, secretly making plans.